My batteries are dead,
and I can't hear the voices of my head.The internal clock is ticking down
And I was never anointed my crown.It's only a matter of time
before I lose this rhyme,and my body is a throw-away toy
to never bring another joy.My batteries are dead,
there's no more tears to shed.My voice is going out
yet have many words to spout.My limbs are going numb
Blood rushing to my ears like a drum.My fingertips going ice-cold
And my light fading from gold.My batteries are dead
And now I see fiery red.
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Short Stories and Poems
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